Pre-pilot oneshot. Nate and Serena's first time, rated M for a reason people. "The way she looked at him said that this would be their first and last time, so you better savour this Natie because the champagne cork isn't the only thing that'll pop off."

Nate has turned eighteen today, its the end of summer and everyone is celebrating. Except Blair Waldorf. B/N/S and C/B/N triangle. Oneshot.

NB. It's always Serena's name in lights.

Blair/Nate oneshot; post 3x14. "It should be perfect. The gorgeous brunettes who are steps away from having the world outside of the one they already rule, and their blonde counterparts to bring the fun times. On paper, it’s all so painfully perfect."

It wasn't the fact that Nate wanted Serena. It was the fact that he'd been the only person that had wanted Blair first. One-shot, Blair-centric.

She looked at him with sad navy blue eyes, full of something other than her party girl reputation. "Nate, we both know I've been on self-destruct for a while now."

Nate and Serena watch a certain couple during prom and can only feel three things. Regret. Guilt. Jealously.

“I’ll wait, will you?” SN centric

Nate compares and contrasts the loves of his lives, coming to the conclusion that he will always love them both equally. Oh and that mints and chocolate are merely irritating chips on his oh-so-toned shoulders.

This is my verison of Nate's letter to Blair. Now a twoshot'School Lies.'

Serena died a few years ago, and now, she watches over the UES gang. Blair and Nate. Sometimes narrated by Serena, mostly not. Future fic. Serena Fans Friendly!

When B, N, and S decide to spend the summer on N's boat, childhood crushes become adult desires, friendships become rivalries, and the world they knew loses its boundaries. One thing's for sure- things will never be the same. BNS triangle.

Because Serena was blonde not brunette. She'd always be those few inches taller. Her waist would always be a bit smaller, her chest a bit larger. And she'd always be the one that interested Nate just a little bit more. [Drabble: 263 Words

Nate, Blair, Serena. The avoidance, the emails, the whatcouldhavebeens.

Nate Archibald's life had always been ruled by two kinds of beauty. The greatest tragedy was that he never seemed able to pick between them.

Nate Archibald never cries. Not to Blair, at least. N/S/B.